I still recall
the goosebumps of decision
to make you my own
beloved, the depth connection
unspeakable, like a path opening
before my eyes
all of the in between, I
mostly forget, the sweat
soaked soil long since
covered by many cycles of rain
sun, wind, sky, words
until all that is left has become
sacred holding of anything
that comes up without
needing to fix it
sitting in this beauty
present
all is once again unknown
except
you were never mine alone